Under the azure sky.
Galloping steeds charged along the official road.
Scharf, holding Yulian, kept asking Yulian questions like a curious baby.
"Mr. Yulian, why don't you seem very happy?"
"Mr. Yulian, why do I feel like my memory is fragmented?"
"Mr. Yulian, how do I remember you mentioning some kind of warship Magic to us..."
"But in the end, we still traveled by land..." Yulian tried hard to maintain a smile.
He replied seriously.
"Maybe you were dreaming and slept groggily."
After returning from the sea.
Yulian looked at the three people he had "poisoned" unconscious.
He immediately used memory alteration Magic.
He forcibly modified the memories of the three from when they left Viscount Graf until they were poisoned unconscious by him.
It became that the three rode horses all the way towards the Great Sanft Forest Inn, but halfway there, seeing that it was getting late, they decided to rest.
And the memory of sleeping for one night.
In terms of the time spent traveling, plus the comatose toxicity of Ice Pillar Cherry.
It just happened to match the time Yulian had modified.
It was just that the script was too simple.
Even if the memories were modified.
But it still made Scharf notice strange things.
As for Wirbel and Ehre.
Yulian felt that the two of them should have noticed more things that were wrong.
But since the two didn't say anything, he naturally wouldn't ask.
"Quick, sleep a bit more."
"It'll be your turn to ride soon."
Honestly speaking.
Wirbel and Ehre were practically going crazy after waking up and learning that they had slept for a whole night.
Feeling that they had wasted too much time, they were now rushing day and night.
Except for resting during meals.
Whether it was sleeping or drinking water.
The team was now doing everything on horseback.
According to what Wirbel said.
If the horses ran to death, they could be replaced.
But if time was wasted, it was truly gone.
As long as he, Wirbel, hadn't returned to the Northern Magic Squad.
This important force that resisted the Demons on the Northern Plateau would be slow to play its role in the war between humans and the Demons.
After all, no one could command those guys except him, Wirbel.
"Ah, so soon!"
Scharf was clearly startled.
He immediately hugged Yulian tightly and said no more.
He started to doze off.
Yulian rode steadily; except for the sound of the horses running.
There was almost no significant bumping to affect Scharf's sleep.
But it was different for Ehre and Wirbel.
"Ehre..."
"How about we rest for a bit?"
Looking at Ehre in front of him, whose face was resolute but couldn't hide her fatigue.
Wirbel's heart softened.
Even if they rushed day and night like this.
At most, they would only save one-third of the time.
Fifteen days?
It was precisely because of these fifteen days that the entire team was exhausted.
Was it worth it?
It was worth it, but unnecessary.
Wirbel gently lowered his head.
Leaning on Ehre's back.
"Let's rest when we get to the inn..." Ehre focused on riding the horse.
Seemingly noticing Wirbel's disappointment.
She deliberately chuckled lightly to comfort him.
"After all, in this wilderness, you wouldn't want to finally have time to rest and still sleep outside, would you?"
Seeing this, Wirbel, whose face was originally downcast, couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
"It has to be you, Ehre..."
"Then shall I tell Scharf and Mr. Yulian?"
"No need, let's talk about it when we get there."
"Otherwise, tense nerves will suddenly lose their spirit."
The horses ran desperately under the pull of the reins.
But their speed was already less than half of what it was before.
After all, even in a world with Magic, these horses were just flesh and blood.
They had been running continuously for almost a day and a night.
They should be at the point of exhaustion.
...
"Mistress Frieren..."
"Is it really alright to take a bath here at night?"
Fern, holding the neckline of her white sleep dress.
Gazing at the gurgling stream flowing under the bright moonlight.
And the tree shadows around illuminated by the moonlight.
Showed a somewhat worried expression.
"It's alright, it's alright, Fern."
Frieren, wearing a white knee-length short skirt, stood with her hands on her hips.
Looking at Fern, Frieren's face showed a confident expression.
=ω=
"Based on my experience, there are no people near this kind of Forest."
"Because it's a Forest that the main road of the Northern Lands passes through..."
"Even demons are pitifully few."
Fern frowned slightly and carefully sensed her surroundings.
It was indeed as Frieren had said.
The Forest was full of silence.
Except for herself, Frieren, and Stark who was sleeping like a corpse in the wooden hut.
There were no other life forms with mana reactions.
"I was right, wasn't I!"
=ω=
"Whoosh~ splash~"
Frieren smiled happily.
She was the first to untie her skirt and place it on the bank.
She stepped into the stream.
Under the bright moonlight, Frieren gently cupped the stream water to wash away her fatigue.
Although her figure was slender.
But it could definitely be called graceful and charming.
Full of charm.
"Mistress Frieren..."
Fern's face was slightly red.
She just started bathing in front of herself...
Is she really not shy...?
"Fern, come quickly!"
Frieren saw that Fern was still hesitating.
She immediately gave a playful laugh.
And waved at Fern.
Shy?
As an elf who had lived for thousands of years, what kind of scene hadn't she seen?
Could she possibly be shy now!
"Mm..."
Fern softly responded with a low sound.
Following Frieren's example, after taking off her white sleep dress and folding it neatly on the bank.
Covering her chest, she stepped into the stream with her long, fair legs.
Shy?
Frieren felt she wasn't harmful, only ashamed.
Frieren looked at the snowy white on Fern's chest.
Then she looked at the two pieces of warm jade on her own chest, which could almost be called flat plains, and was quietly stunned.
She remembered that Fern probably ate less every day than she did!
Moreover, she ate everything Fern ate, and what Fern didn't eat...
Mm!
Occasionally she ate that too!
But why!
Why is the difference so big!
"Mistress Frieren!"
Fern's face was extremely shy.
After all, although Frieren had a blank look on her face.
But that look was too obvious in Fern's eyes!
"Fern..."
"Why..." Everything was unspoken.
"Mistress Frieren, if you keep doing this, I won't wash!"
Fern's cheeks were bright red, and as she spoke, she started to walk towards the bank.
"No, no, Fern, don't go~"
"I'm still waiting for you to wash my hair..."
Seeing this, Frieren stopped joking.
She quickly put on a sad face and started begging for mercy.
"Really..."
Fern gently nodded, looking at Frieren's waterfall-like white hair that had been let down.
She turned back and moved closer to Frieren.
Fern sighed helplessly.
Muttering in her heart.
Frieren is really a mischievous child...
"Hehe."
Seeing Fern approaching step by step.
Frieren also stood quietly in place, very obediently.
Honestly speaking.
Looking at the scene beside her.
Frieren couldn't help but shift her gaze and look towards a stone not far from the bank nearby.
She remembered the first time she met Yulian.
That guy said he wouldn't peek.
But he quietly climbed onto the stone.
It was because she was smart and found out early.
That's why...
Wait?
Frieren's delicate brows furrowed slightly.
How did she feel a familiar aura?
And it was right behind the stone?